Jeanne Mcgee Poet Free verse

Last Breath - Summer

“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.”

– Ann Patchett



               Summers last breath quickens my heart
My longing gasp to hold the warmth
                        Against my skin as you leave

Whispered farewell the geese fly south
                          I skip stones from a lonely shore
                   Trade long days for sunset colors

                            Welcome fall’s crispy open door


written:  9-6-2019
FAREWELL, SUMMER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: nette onclaud

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Charlotte Puddifoot September 15, 2019 at 3:25 PM some lovely wording and images in this; i'm sure it would've placed but for the syllable count being out on the third line..thanks for your kind comment on my work :) Jeanne Mcgee September 25, 2019 at 2:02 PM I see that now. Thanks for your encouragement,, Charlotte

Connie Marcum Wong September 8, 2019 at 1:14 AM This is beautiful Jeanne! Outstanding imagery! : ) xxoo Jeanne Mcgee September 8, 2019 at 11:55 AM Thank you Connie...I live for summer but cherish the fall.

John Lawless September 7, 2019 at 7:21 AM "I skip stones from a lonely shore". Therein lies the crux of the matter, no chatter, now honk, no hum in the surrounding woods.....a muted silence precedes fall. Nicely done with a intriguing take on the theme an the form Jeanne Mcgee September 8, 2019 at 11:54 AM Yes, it gets so quiet with all the kids back in school...even on the week ends...

Michelle Faulkner September 6, 2019 at 4:44 PM 'Trade long days for sunset colors' - what a perfect line, captures the end of summer so sweetly! Jeanne Mcgee September 8, 2019 at 11:55 AM The colors are why I love the fall. Thanks for coming by for a read Michelle. xoxo

Paul Callus September 6, 2019 at 2:12 PM What a delightful poem this is, Jeanne! I don't like summer coming to an end, but autumn's colours compensate the loss of warm weather. ~ regards // paul Jeanne Mcgee September 8, 2019 at 11:56 AM Hello Paul...I agree completely. I'm glad you enjoyed.